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[Verse 1: Chris
Bottles in a full of ice (yeah)
make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch, better that I'm a sniper (yeah)
You know I'm to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin' bitches
It started up a epidemic
They don't a difference, nigga we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)
You better down to me
the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, to the dick, honestly
I'm dope, bitch, comin' Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I like when I lose (I don't)
If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't those (regulate)
Do anything I want to
Think I'm gon' dance on the like Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner & Chris Brown]
While I'm drivin', I'm in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the
A couple choppers, acoustic in the with the music
Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the
I never lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of losers
And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the
But I'd rather die than to lose, a matter of time 'fore I lose it
And strategize with the
Walk in the like a boss, ooh
Ho, you know I'm drippin' the sauce, ooh
Pretty, a face full of scars
All they did was build me up, try to take me
They ain't ever wanna (celebrate) like you have a
Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, bubblegum and flavored
Get the paper, (celebrate) on the corner
you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter a fuckin' sauna
Yeah, I you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch I'm a professor, you a to me, woah
Designer shades on, you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a to me
Rappers talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a full of cavities
Bunch of lil' niggas tried me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like of me
You wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long dick and a daiquiri

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Joyner
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you
you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em mints
If all you pussy my kids, I'm in trouble then
Shut up I spank you for actin' up
Now I'm up in cabanas, 'cause you bad as fuck
And all gorillas don't bananas 'less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
I criss-cross the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you in my dump
I'm takin' a for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners
look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
And every record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And e'ry motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, report it (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and even afford it
mil', look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad can't keep their feet down (elevate)
You don't really wanna see
Need to stop all that talkin', put the seat down
Joyner, I don't really feel niggas
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these
Time is money, need to fuck around and these niggas
Vet, so I'm finna good these niggas (celebrate)
I'ma show these niggas, I should these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef,
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart bacon
Ho, you like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga
Now the tryna lock me in the prison, said, I'm guilty
I said, Da da da da da, and kill me, nigga

4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
They must have forgot that I'm (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no
Turn your fuckin' block into a light (Joyner)
You be sure, better be sure
I'm the nigga that I know
And I'm so bored, I might cars
I a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
The neighbors knockin' on my door, the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so of niggas
Tellin' me how I livin' my life (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin' now I'm runnin' over
Every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my
I was watchin', you was
Ain't never had the shit in my
Now I'm poppin', I'm
And your bitch hittin' my line
It's complicated, fuckin' up my main bitch
Givin' it to the side at the same damn time
my face in it, never wastin' it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one time
And I'ma and play with the pussy
You know I keep my cape on a hoodie
But I keep a Uzi, a doozie, make a movie if you're actin'
So (celebrate)